Abandoned

Sweating she woke up, soaking wet she was. Nightmares from the past coming to life. She got up and walked, she wanted to be sure, she was awake from the nightmares. After a nice shower, she stared at the white wall, lost into her own thoughts, coming as shadows in the middle of the night, without light, just darkness of a hard past. Irreparable harm on her heart, but her soul is humble, looking always for reasons, looking for answers in the middle of the night, when she wakes up sweating, feeling abandoned day by day and night after night. An abandoned child, rejected as a bag of rubbish, hit by life, growing between sharks and the waves of life. She grew up strong, despite of being abandoned, or rejected as a human being, she made her way to keep her rage far from a heart, managed by her mind, which gave her the choice, to forgive or to be soaking wet at night with dark nightmares. She had the choice to find herself, after being lost and abandoned: She chose to forgive with no stones on her back.